Canary Islands

Canary Islands

The truth is spit that sometimes we out ourselves to face without realizing. In this case, apart from giving to know other rugged individuals, the autolesionado is another person that not mine, i.e., the goalkeeper of the school where my children study (not say which). This gentleman, pleasant, seemingly always sympathetic, to stump for mothers, as if it were family or a close friend of them all, and it is not known if victim of a deep and perhaps fictional love for the kids that both pets to step, to the surprise of my wife, this ran into talking to other parents about immigrants in Spain (perhaps that whiner and hateful topic that arises when you hardly know what to say)(, or has already spoken of the time), finding a dark side that did not seem to possess nowhere near. Excusing then so he wasn’t with her, after out of hinge (she is Colombian), once my wife joined almost inadvertently in the tertulia on foot and portal of the cole, the type claimed on which openly declared sudacas, i.e. South American shit. Their arguments were born from the fact of the boats arriving in the Canary Islands loaded with illegal African immigrants, commenting with rage that these barcuchas should prick them so that the black poor were scuttled. Certainly, first that I am ashamed to false humanity and racism hidden that it co-exists among us, as close as the home of neighbor. Then, sin is without coming to story not only declare their worldly views, but to participate in the apology (go Word) of most essential racism, with a few words that can awaken those mothers or anyone who passes through there new user reviews for addicted to hatred that comes from far, increasing among us this communion for the rejection of strangers. And, in the end, for a problem that does not affect your comfortable starting of work, if anything that occupies more times of the desirable news shifts in the news, that, if not, not explain as much outrage because those people are looking for a solution to their lives, but to do this they have to bet them physically in turbulent waters. Returning to the sudacas, friend confused in their arguments to South America with the image of the typical Mexican pulled with the bottle of tequila in hand, barefoot, snoring at noon, because if not, it is not possible to understand how such did not understand how things really are.


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